Patti Smith is cool too

Feb 28, 2006 20:42

Laine invited me to his party, yet I spent saturday night alone painting my kitchen. I was my own creative director.

I made a conscious decision to abandon the people I see on a day to day basis by not attending this party
and I don't feel as if I missed anything at all.

This morning, some guys were talking about dodgeball and Halo.
I turned my music loud enough to drown them out.
I couldn't even tell what the music was anymore.
But I couldn't hear the boys talking.
And that's all that mattered. mattered.

At lunch, I walked away from everyone sitting in the sun outside of the theatre hall with only my cd player and strawberry poptarts.
And I walked.
Around the entire perimeter of the school building. Around B hall, and the F hall no one really has classes in. Around the art wing, and the cafeteria, and down by the baseball place.
I thought about how it was the most sun I've had and how nice parts of the school are without children.
It didn't take nearly as long as I'd hoped.

I essentially keep expressing the same feelings. I wonder when I'll stop typing about it. There has to be more than this.
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